Mori

“But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“pero los recuerdos estaban hechos de aire, y sus rastros se habian borrado.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles